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Is it a gift ...
Or is it a curse ...
The way I foreplay with my words?

Lines inch through my mind ...
Crawling to my fingertips ...
And into the ink they hit.

Exploding onto the paper ...
Every fucking thought of pleasure ...
Adventure. Misbehavior.

Is it a gift ...
Or is it a curse ...
How I unwind?

NOTE: Song Used: Illenium - Fractures

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